Summertime Nostalgia Novels & Stories

The third of July bonfire has been a tradition since childhood. Summer glanced up from the wicker chair she was curled in, looking past me instead of at me. The mention of Jenny's name should have pulled some reaction from her, but no. Nothing. Summer liked Jenny, always had. Well, maybe more like tolerated her. Jenny was a local woman I hooked up with once a year while we were on vacation. Nothing serious, friendly even. Of course, I didn't plan on sleeping with her this trip, not after everything with Summer, but Jenny had hung around our circle since we were teens and to leave her out felt unnecessary.

I didn't want to stare at Theo again and make things more awkward between us. We've got just a few more hours before the camp ends. We need to seperate like two friends who are never going to meet or see each other again. We just need a few nice memories of each other. We just need to smile whenever we think about each other. "Give me your book." "Oh..?" I tilt my face to look at him. "Are you finished with yours?"

"No, I'll use the one upstairs. Thank you, Aaron. " I go there and run the water, making it as hot as possible. I close my eyes and I'm really, really trying very hard not to cry. Once I'm done, I change into the wide T-shirt and sweatpants Aaron's left for me and go downstairs. Nathan's in sweatpants too, half-naked. I glance at Aaron, who's lying on the floor, playing with the cat. Nate puts a vinyl on the record player and sits on the floor next to Aaron. I join them and lie down on Aaron's other side. I recognize the song - it's Summertime Sadness and I look up at Nathan.

“Nope.” They gathered around the front lawn of the first house, one Memory knew belonged to an older couple, and Cindy announced they’d be starting with “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen.” On her signal, the entire group of about fifty began to sing—except for Memory. She stood in the back next to Dak, smiling, not holding the song book over her face as she was tempted to do. When Mr. and Mrs. Relic came out, they were grinning ear to ear, his arms around her shoulders. They applauded at the end of the song and requested “Silent Night.” The choir did not disappoint, and Memory pretended Dak was serenading her, not singing with a group of others to a sweet couple who looked happy, but cold.

Now wasn’t the time. “It’s a mess now.” “We’ll figure it out. First I have to shake off Mom.” “Good luck,” I chuckled. “Oh and by the way, Derek called. He actually brought me booze.” I frowned. “I thought you liked Hunter.” “What? I am not interested in Derek! He clearly wants you, Summer.” “He’s helping me out nothing more,” I exhaled deeply. “You’ve got to admit he’s hot but there’s something off about him.” “Like what?”

Even now, as an adult, every time she thought of summer, she always remembered the sound of the waves lapping on the coastline, the feel of the fine sand between her toes, the smell of sunscreen on her sunburned skin, and the mango Popsicle she always split with her father because it always tasted better when they shared it. "Let's do Still Bay. We'll make a road trip out of it," she suggested, not because it was convenient. In fact, it was a bit far, four hours by car, to be exact. But she desperately wanted to return to a much simpler time in her life and revisit the place where some of the brilliant memories of her childhood were made. Later, back at the penthouse, after tucking the girls

I said it without even thinking. “I'll see you later then,” and she hang up even before I could get a word in... So I'm guessing I am going to that dinner. God help me. I hope Casey won't be there. Casey Summer holidays, why do they have to be so boring? Correction, allow me to rephrase that. Summer holidays, why does Connie always have to go to that dumb cheer camp every single year. I seriously don't get the concept of it. The competition is always so predictable.

“Let me tell you some good news. Jasper’s mother, Melody, is now out of danger, and she is awake now. She’s in good condition.” Summer got into the car. She could not help but cover her mouth and started crying with her body shivering. “Have some candy...” Samson got into the car and took out a milk candy from his pocket. That was Summer’s favorite candy. Summer’s fingers started shivering. Her second personality also liked milk candy. That was because Benjamin had always given her milk candy when she was young. “Thank you.” Samson smiled for a while and shook his head. The Summer he knew loved eating sweets. So, he always brought some candies in his pocket to pamper her. But he was not sure

Old memories sprang to life in their minds, transporting them back to a time when they were surrounded by loved ones, sharing a simple yet unforgettable meal that Shawn had prepared. "Do you still remember it?" Shawn asked, and she responded, her voice laced with affection, "Of course I do." The breakfast date continued, but with each bite, it was more than a meal; it was a reunion of flavors and memories that bound their hearts even closer together. Back then, Summer had swept in, and Emma, at the tender age of 16, had insisted that her family retreat to their farmhouse for a well-deserved vacation. The scent of freshly cut grass and wildflowers filled the air, promising idyllic days of rel

“It was never meant to be sexy.” “Are we singin’ or what?” Conor interjected. “Fail to seduce her on your own time, man. My girlfriend will chew my balls off if I’m late for dinner. I promised Milka Southern fried-chicken pops at dinner if she behaved at bath time this morning, and she did, so let’s get a wriggle on.” “What are we singing?” Bray asked. “Take it old school,” Titus butted in. “ ‘Summertime.’ ”